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Traffic thickened as I neared don We always rehearsed at Evan’s place, since he technically didn’t live in a residential area, so our noise wasn’t an issue His studio was above an auto body shop That ca Roxie was my favorite mechanic there She loved my car almost as much as I did, and would often take a look at her while I was upstairs with the guys

Roxie was laughing with a coworker when I pulled up, but she still shot me a wave the second she saw irl only had eyes for ?”

Running a dirty hand through her short hair, she answered, “Good I’ a children’s book about a ht have him drive a Chevelle” She winked

“Sounds awesohed “Good luck”

“Thanks!” She grinned As I headed for the stairs with uitar, she shouted, “Let ! You know I’d ht?”

“Yep! I know,” I shouted back

Griffin was in the kitchen, ru always gave hi, I tossed hi withon an ereat, and I knew they’d never get eaten at my house

Griffin’s expression brightened as he caught the box “Sweet!” he , grabbed a handful of the sugary cereal, and was loudly crunching on it before I’d evenroom area of the one-room loft

Matt looked up when I setat so on his cell phone that sort of looked like a website I wasn’t entirely sure, I didn’t even own a cell phone, and probably never would Technology kind of ure it out I liked what I liked, regardless of whether it was out of date or not My car still had a tape deck in it, for God’s sake, which Griffin continuously chidedas it still worked, I was happy hat I had

“I think we should start playing festivals and fairs, and not just bars It’s too late to get into Bumbershoot this year, but I think we need to do it next year I think we’re ready” With slim features, blond hair, and blue eyes, Matt and Griffin were physically a lot alike Personality-wise, though, the cousins couldn’t have been more different

“Yeah? Think so?” I asked, not too surprised that Matt was conte our future He often did

Behind hih the rehearsal equipment that the band kept here at his place His war at me beneath his close-cut dark hair as he approached the couch “Definitely, we’re as ready as we’ll ever be, Kell It’s time to step it up a notch With your lyrics and olden” While Matt was one of the uitarists I’d ever seen, Evan was the one who arranged most of our pieces

Matt glanced back at Evan with an eager nod Looking between the two, I pondered whether ere ready I supposed they were right, ere We had h fans It could be a big step for the band, or it could be a giant waste of time

When Evan got to the back of the couch, he crossed his arms over his chest All of my bandmates were littered with randoirls and stuff, and Matt’s were classier, with h, his were like a living, breathing work of art His arms alone were ain between